Reception
Marty hated weddings. Hated the idea of marriage, that love could somehow be eternal. Hell he didn’t even believe in love, it was all just sex made more complex. Still, free booze was free booze and there wasn’t a lack of attractive people there. Even the grooms were both gorgeous and if Marty played his cards right he might be able to convince them that polyamory was the way to go.
For the moment he sat quietly near the bar so he could refill his drink as often as possible but he’d go on the prowl once he’d been able to knock a few more back.